The words and the sound of tiny lungs hyperventilating are enough to tear Jay's attention away from the ceiling. Tim's looking straight at him, pale and shaky and he's not a monster, so why is Tim looking at him like that?
(Jay knows why. It's because he's not real.)
"It's alright," Jay snaps, unable to keep the annoyance out of his voice. Then the guilt sets in. Tim's just a kid. He's scared. He doesn't need Jay yelling at him.
"I mean..." He runs a hand through his hair, scratches at the back of his head. "Sorry. You're doing good."
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The words and the sound of tiny lungs hyperventilating are enough to tear Jay's attention away from the ceiling. Tim's looking straight at him, pale and shaky and he's not a monster, so why is Tim looking at him like that?
(Jay knows why. It's because he's not real.)
"It's alright," Jay snaps, unable to keep the annoyance out of his voice. Then the guilt sets in. Tim's just a kid. He's scared. He doesn't need Jay yelling at him.
"I mean..." He runs a hand through his hair, scratches at the back of his head. "Sorry. You're doing good."